Suddenly, Yvonne''s legs felt as if they were filled with lead, and she couldn''t move.


    She slowly turned to look at the ck grand piano in the center of the mansion, where Bet sat, his long, slender fingers dancing across the ck and white keys.


    As he casually looked up, their eyes met, but he was looking at Ynda.


    Yvonne''s vision blurred until she could no longer see his face clearly.


    The sound of the piano filled her ears, so familiar, yet so foreign.


    Many people were gathered around the grand piano, but Ynda was the most conspicuous. Her gaze followed Bet, her expression gentle and smiling, full of focus and deep affection.


    And the piece he had once promised to y only for her was now being yed for someone else.


    When the piece ended, Bet stood up from the piano.


    Ynda walked over with a smile, handing him the suit jacket she was holding. "It''s such a shame you gave up the piano."


    "You win some, you lose some," Bet replied calmly as he took the jacket.


    "Aren''t you going to y a duet with me today?" Ynda asked with another smile. "Next time," Bet said.


    They looked like a perfect couple standing together. All eyes were on them, and murmurs ofpliments and admiration filled the air.


    "The heir to the Thompson family has always been so low-key, he rarely makes public appearances. I never expected him to be so handsome and aplished."


    "Ms. Walker is a pianist, and Mr. Bet Thompson ys so well. They have a shared passion and plenty to talk about."


    "Ms. Walker is beautiful, talented, from a noble family, and has a rich and powerful boyfriend like Mr. Bet Thompson. She''s truly blessed, a real winner in life."


    "Yeah, you can''t even be jealous, it''s just too perfect."


    "I heard Mr. Bet Thompson is a very devoted man. He was deeply in love with his ex-girlfriend, but sadly, she passed away."


    "I guess she just wasn''t fated to be with him."


    ...


    The chatter ceaselessly flowed into Yvonne''s ears, vibrating against her eardrums.


    Yvonne had to fight with all her might to hold back the tears threatening to spill from her eyes.


    That song "Mariage d''Amour,"


    seemed to echo endlessly in


    mind. The piece he had once


    promised to y only for her was


    now being yed for


    herw


    someone else.


    Yvonne never doubted the sincerity of love, but she knew it could change in an instant.


    A vow is only valid the moment it''s spoken.


    He hadn''t done anything wrong. They had simply missed their chance.


    Watching Bet and Ms. Walker standing side by side, Yvonne had to admit they looked perfect together.


    She should be happy for them, shouldn''t she?


    She had told herself more than once that as long as he was happy, it didn''t matter if she wasn''t the one by his side.


    Yvonne didn''t remember how she left the Walker family''s estate. She was in a daze, and the sunlight outside seemed especially harsh.


    Simon was sitting in the car, smoking out of boredom. When he saw Yvonne emerge from the


    mansion, he immediately got omet


    and walked over. "Ms Jones the party isn''t over yet, is it? Why are you leaving?"


    "I''m not feeling well, so I''m heading back," Yvonne said, forcing a smile before turning to walk out of the courtyard.


    Simon''s duty was to protect Bet, so he couldn''t leave just yet.


    But the Walker family mansion was in a rather remote location, making it hard to get a cab. It would be a long walk for Yvonne especially in High heels. A few miles would probably ruin her feet.


    Simon took out his phone and dialed Bet''s number.


    After the call, Simon immediately got into the driver''s seat, started the car, and


    slowly drove out of the Walker family''s courtyard, catching up to Yvonne.